Every weekend I get to spend roughly only a day with Babe. Technically less than that ‘cause it’ll total to less than 24 hours. So it’s on this day that everything wonderful will happen, after a week of “fuck man!” and crying in the toilets for her and endless hours of green life for me.
While to many a surprise or a treat as somewhere exquisite will be wonderful, I find the chance to meet her at Ang Mo Kio MRT platform every weekend afternoon to be much of a blessing these days. The hugs I get, the conversations we hold over a plate of Nasi Padang or cup of teh-o, the holding of hands past shops after shops all seemed too good to be true.
After all, Monday came too quickly before I get to feel paradise once again.
